In city life, though the dawn scenes are filled with the hustle bustle of people and vehicles jostling their way to their respective destinations, yet the charm of nature never seems to fade away.
Every morning, when the roads are starting to fill,
A half awake sun imbues the torpor sky with beams so resplendent, And arise the avian cohorts of yesterday to hail the arrival of their departed companion. The hidden flower now shyly unveils its beauty and scent. And becomes visible the till now uncomprehended boisterous stream’s clarion. We, humans just mere onlookers of this nature’s spectre, Walk past those freshly sunbathed roads, And wonder, indeed this is the glory of dawn.
Who doesn’t love sunrises? Who doesn’t love remembering the same in dreams? Dreams have a power that can transcend the limitations of logic and knowledge. This sunrise from a low mountain range in sub-urban Mumbai took a special form. The poetry and the picture below explains this.